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Clover felt her knees buckle underneath her, allowing her to drop to the ground in shock, the white paper in hand.
"Clover? What's wrong?" Alex asked, rushing over to where Clover was. "Clover?" She shook the blonde's shoulder, yet it had no effect on her.
"I… I…" Clover looked down and let her tears hit the carpet. "I'm a terrible person…"
Alex put an arm around her shoulders, and frowned when Clover pushed her off. "What's wrong?" Silently, Clover handed her the paper, and continued to cry.
Alex looked down on her paper, and as she read, her eyes grew wider and wider.
Alex, Clover,
Don't feel bad. It's not your fault. I never thought it would come to this, but it did. I'm sorry. I can handle it, and it's fine. Don't worry about me.
I'm leaving.
Spring break is in a few days, so don't worry about me in school. I'll be fine, really! I have clothes where I'm going, so don't worry about that either.
I'll miss you guys a lot, but I needed to go. As happy as I was here, I think I'll be happier where I am now.
No, I'm not telling you where I am. You can try tracking me, but it's not going to work. Trust me on that.
Bye! I'll miss you guys so much… it's too complicated for words. But I have to do this.
Sammie.
P.S. – Clover, I found your "missing" handbag, it was under your bed. I knew you liked it a lot, so I looked for it for you. That's what friends do.
The paper fell to the ground, Alex being in much shock as Clover was.
"W-why would she do this?" A tear fell from her eye as well as she sat down on the bed.
"It's my fault. Mine!" Clover said through tears. "I blamed her for something she didn't even do!"
Alex looked up confused. "What?"
Clover shook her head. "It's my fault she's gone!" The blonde girl quickly stood up and ran out of the room.
"Clover!" Alex stood up to run after her, but a glint from Sam's open window caught her eye.
It's nothing… Right now, Clover needs to be comforted, and Sam needs to be found.
She ran after Clover, and didn't see the smile from the window coming from a man who successfully got the girl he wanted.
Scam, now in a jet, stared at the beauty sleeping on his lap. He frowned as he saw the tear stains the marred her face.
"Don't cry Samantha, it'll be fine soon." He whispered to her sleeping form, and then looked out the window. The blue that was the ocean greeted him, and he smirked, as he knew he was closer to his destination. It helped to have a fast, fast jet.
Samantha… soon, no one will ever be able to find you again.
The sleeping Sam turned her head away from Scam, and grunted, as she could not find a comfortable position.
He picked her up bridal style, and walked over to a couch in the private luxury jet. He put her head on a pillow, and then walked over to find a scalpel, bandages, and some rubbing alcohol. He put them on a table and brought it over to the sleeping Sam. He quickly grabbed some sleeping gas he brought with him, (for this reason, he had no doubt that Samantha wouldn't come with him), and placed the mask over her nose and mouth to make sure she would not wake up.
"Make sure there's no turbulence!" He shouted to the pilot, and sat near Sam. Picking up a scalpel, he brought in near hear scalp, to removed the tracking device planted there.
"Jerry! Pick up would you?" Alex growled at the X-powder in her hand, ready to crush it at any moment due to the static that kept her away from reporting Sam's disappearance to Jerry.
Slamming the X-powder shut, she raised a fist to knock at Clover's door.
"Clover! Open this door right now! We have bigger things to worry about!" She knocked persistently again, grunting, as she received no reply.
"Clover!"
The sad blonde opened the door slowly, growling at Alex.
"Can't a girl grieve in piece?" She asked stubbornly.
"Not when her best friend is missing!"
Clover looked away, ready to burst into tears again.
Alex's frustrated face turned into one of sorrow and sympathy. "Clover…" She walked closer to Clover, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "We have to find Sammie, that's the most important thing right now."
Clover looked up and nodded. Hastily, she wiped her tears away and attempted to smile. "You're right."
Alex smile turned into a frown. "Now only if Jerry would answer!" She shouted, frustrated.
3:17 am, somewhere above the Pacific Ocean:
Scam smirked as he saw the approaching island.
He walked over to the unconscious Sam, who now had a bandage in the back of her head. Scam frowned as he realized she would be in a bit of pain when she woke up, but it was for the best.
He looked down at the small computer chip in his hand, cleaned off of any blood that remained there. He brought it to his face, it being held between his index finger and his thumb.
"Now, you'll never be found." He whispered to himself, and crushed the small chip in his hand, and when he opened it up, all that was left was crushed mechanical pieces.
He let out a laugh, and picked up Sam bridal style, and buckled her into a seat. He himself copied the action as the pilot stated that they would be landing soon.
He took out a laptop, and hacked into the WOOHP database. He smirked as he saw that WOOHP's systems were still shut down.
Everything's going exactly as it should.
He looked at the sleeping girl next to him, and gave a small smile when seeing her. He placed a hand on her cheek.
Soon, WOOHP will never know you even existed.
Removing the hand, he scrolled through the database, and his smirk grew wider as he found Sam's records. He copied the information into another document, for safekeeping, and deleted the information off the database.
He quickly did a search, typing in Sam's name, and smirked when it couldn't be found.
Now, for the videotapes.
The remainder of his trip was spent "editing" WOOHP's tapes, making sure Sam was in none of them.
Soon, the rest of the information was cleared off, and "Samantha" could not be found anywhere.
And I intend to keep it that way.
8:47 am, WOOHP building, Jerry's office:
Clover picked at the X-powder, wanting very much to get a connection. Bags were under her eyes and her face looked oily, due to her lack of sleep. Relentless tears were the reason of her bloodshot eyes.
Alex laid fast asleep slump against a wall, her need of sleep overcoming her senses. She fell asleep a few hours ago, and Clover thought it would be better if she didn't wake up.
At this point, the tired blonde was pressing random buttons, hoping one of them would connect her to Jerry.
Her eyelids were slowly closing, had it not been for the ding that woke her back up. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the screen, seeing Jerry's tired face.
"Good morning Clover." Jerry said, sitting at his desk, papers all over the desk. "There was a blackout at the office, and for some odd reason we couldn't get back any power-"
Clover ran her hand through her messy hair and cut him off. "Oh God, Jerry!" A tear fell from her eye. "Sam's gone!"
Jerry's eyes widened considerably. "What? When did this happen?"
Alex woke up due to Clover's loud sobs. "I-in the middle of night, she disappeared! T-there was a n-n-note, and, and-"
"Let me see the letter." Alex stood up and picked up the fallen letter, and scanned it through Clover's X-powder.
In his office, Jerry picked up the letter, freshly scanned, and read it over.
In a time of distress, wouldn't the victim hand write a letter? He looked back at the letter again, scanning it with his eyes for mistakes.
And even if they didn't, there would be a larger chance that there would be typos, especially if they don't have a lot of time.
And I know Samantha; she would sign her letters with her signature… even if she were mad.
"Girls, do me a favor." Jerry said after contemplating the situation. "Go to Sam's computer, and print out the words 'I'm leaving for spring break.' Then give me the printer number and the number of the ink cartridges."
Alex and Clover nodded, then rushed to do the job.
Fuzzy images were the first thing Sam saw when she woke up from her longer.
"What?" She whispered to herself. She tried sitting up, and winced as a small pain came from the back of her head. She touched the painful area, and her eyes bore confusion as she felt bandages there.
What happened?
"Sorry about that, it was necessary."
Sam's eyes widened as she heard the familiar voice, the same one that had been haunting her in her dreams… and in real life.
"You see, had I not taken it off, they would have found you." He mumbled something under his breath, something too quiet for her to hear.
Sam looked up, wincing at the pain, and for a second, she could have sworn she saw a hint of compassion and sympathy in Scam's eyes.
And it stayed there.
"Sorry." He said quietly, and Sam's face softened at his tone, all traces of pain and confusion leaving her face.
Does he really mean that?
She nodded slowly, not wanting to make her headache worse than it already was.
Memories of the night before rushed back to her. Her friends, Scam, leaving…
Oh that's right… I left with Scam.
Wait what? She ignored that fact and tried to remember more.
What hit her the most was the memory of Scam's voice, the part where he mentioned Clover…
And her handbag…
Anger took over her again, and tears threatened to pour down her cheeks. How dare she? Clover chose a bag, over her two loyal friends, and she didn't even apologize for it!
I bet she found it, and that's why she was being so nice. She took advantage of the fact that I couldn't remember about it.
"Damn her." she whispered to herself, but Scam heard her. Inwardly, he smirked, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
Keep thinking about that Sammie; it's part of what'll keep you here.
"Are you hungry?" Sam looked back up to Scam, who she forgot about for a few minutes during her thinking.
She raised an eyebrow. "How do I know you won't poison me?"
He mimicked her actions by raising an eyebrow himself. "Why would I go through the trouble of bringing you here if I wanted to kill you?"
"Because you're sadistic?"
He smirked, and had a glint in his eyes. "Why thank you, I'm glad you think so."
Sam rolled her eyes. "No problem." She said sarcastically.
He chuckled. Bringing himself closer to her, he questioned her. "How do you like your room?"
Confused, she looked around, not realizing her new surroundings. She was sitting up in a large queen size canopy bed, one that had a maroon blanket (and many pillows, much to her delight). Around her, the large vanity dresser, the large armoire and the tables were mahogany. The carpet was a cream color, and the wallpaper was dark red with brown gothic designs. But what really got to her was the ceiling, it being made of glass and allowing her to see the sky.
Sam gasped as she saw the room. Her jaw could not move back up, much to her embarrassment and to Scam's laughter.
"I'm guessing you like it."
She could only nod.
"I got it prepared just for you." He smiled. "It took me a while to find exactly what you liked, but that wasn't a problem."
She knew what he was referring to, the fact that he was spying on her like some stalker.
Much to her embarrassment and "disgust", she really didn't mind that much.
"There are clothes in the dresser, some from your closet and new ones. I hope you like them."
Wait… "I'm staying here?"
He chuckled. "Of course. Would I prepare this for nothing?"
Sam was shocked. "B-but… I have school, and my friends, and… WOOHP and, and-"
He cut her off by placing a finger on her lips. "Your school's been taken care of. Your homework will be sent to you, and Spring Break's next week for the next… two weeks? With a few touches, I could make it three or four… but other than that, your friends know of your departure. And WOOHP…"
Confusion was shown in her eyes. She took off his finger from her mouth. "What? What about WOOHP? They'll find me you know. And then-"
He placed a finger on her lips again. He hesitated before answering. "… Well, I looked through WOOHP's database… and…
"…I can't find you in there."
Sam's eyes widened. She hastily got off the bed, throwing the covers off her and ran past Scam, to the laptop that was sitting on her desk. (And it was such a nice desk… with a lovely design…). Quickly she hacked into the WOOHP's database, and her eyebrows furrowed as she couldn't find her name…
"What?" Scam came behind her and placed both hands on her shoulders from behind.
"I'm sorry… I don't know what happened."
"But… but…" She fell back into his arms, letting him support her weight.
"Maybe… maybe they thought you were going to be taken away, and they removed you, just in case."
A tear fell from her eye. Slowly, she stood up, and wiped away the tear. She closed the window, cleaned the history, and closed the laptop.
Scam put his arms around her from behind and placed his head near hers.
More tears fell from her eyes.
"Fine…" She whispered harshly. "If they don't want me there, I won't go! I'm never going back!"
Scam nodded, but inside, he was smirking.
Perfect…
So, what's going to happen? Hm? You'll have to review to find out!
Please read my other one shot/story (?) TrepidationCorrupted, … do I have another one? No.
Also read Twist of Fate by cHiMer. Please? I co-write it and it's really good!
Love, Ivy.